A magic foremost foundation is processing and execution. Meaning, for example, I have to know how fire is produced. Although I won’t be making any fire or anything special right now, I only have to confirm if I can use any. It's all a conjecture, though. I have decided to go for a dimensional storage.
Since the concept of the dimensional storage is complicated. I just imagined something opening up in the empty air. After that, I tried looking for energy inside my body while closing my eyes.
Oh. I felt a warm sensation. When I opened my eyes, there it is a black distortion in the space. I stared at it for a long time with amazement and curiosity. After that, I tried putting things in it like the comb in the desk or the vase with flowers. After putting those inside, I dispelled the dimensional storage and summon it back. Upon reaching my hands for something inside it, there was the comb. Actually, it seems when you open up your dimensional storage, everything inside it will be registered in your mind. It is one of the most generic skills in comics and novel, but it is a truly convenient skill to have.
Acquiring a magic, success!
After that, the crazy maid came again with the food. I only ate half of it due to the reason I am a very light eater, but not as light as this. The maid gave me a worried look but smiled fondly at me. I guess some people here, even though there is something wrong in their mind, are generally nice.
I want to think like that.
I just hope she doesn’t start licking the spoon that I used. She was staring at it like it was some sort of treasure.
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I woke up from my sleep. I don’t have any clock but I know it is middle of the night. As for why I woke up, I need to pee.
Hmm?
I am not going to be ashamed now of my own body. It’s too late to be. There is only one problem. I don’t know where the restrooms are located.
I haven’t asked anyone about it and it seems my creep of a maid is resting too in their own quarters. So I got out of my bed and left the room.
The hallway is so dark and gloomy and my only source of light is the lanterns that were set up. I don’t have any problem with ghost and things. They don’t hurt you. They can’t hurt you.
After some bit of exploration, I am utterly and completely lost. I have gone up and down, left and right. I felt really lonely for some reason. I am walking for more than half hour already. I don’t want to bother people too. I have to stay strong, the urge isn’t strong yet.
I saw a room with a large door. There was light spilling from it. Inside, there are two people talking to each other. It was the king and the councilor.
“Your Highness, the method of return they speak of. There is one right? Although it is inscribed in ancient scriptures, it can be used by the Dragon kin, why did you tell them there isn’t one?”
"I don’t want them to lose focus on their upcoming training Ishtal. I, myself know that someday, It will come back haunting me for this fault. I will tell them after the calamity is settled. By then, I will have the heroes train in our domain for a while and have them travel around the world to train under the leaders of another continent.”
“You seemed to trust the other leaders of the continent”
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“Well, I did have bouts with them two or three times in my time of travel too.”
“I think you are as wild as ever your high-“
THUD
Ah...!
As I was eavesdropping, the heavy door I was leaning on moves. I panic and stumble down on my butt. It hurt. The pain tolerance of this small fragile body is next zero. Ah. No good… I am tearing up. I am thinking how can I possibly live with this kind of body…
Before I even try to get up, the king and councilor are already looking at me. Their faces petrified in shock and worry on my pathetic display.
“Little girl are you spying on us in the middle of the night?!”
“Hih! No…! I…don’t…!”
I let out a pathetic voice when the king spoke in a half questioning, half angry voice. I was seriously hoping to see the bathroom right now because I might spill it. That’s right. I have to say something or I would look more suspicious.
“Um…eh…toilet…”
“Huh? Sorry, I wasn’t able to hear that properly. Will you say it again?”
“Toilet! *Hic* I got lost! *Sobs* can’t find!”
I seriously bawled right now. I am desperate to pee. I don’t care how shocked your faces are right now! I want to rely on you right now.
I cling to the hem of his clothes and made an upturned eye to him like it is pleading. Please!
“Huh? Wait! Please stop crying! No, I didn’t mean to be angry with you, so please stop. Here! Look! I will go with you!”
“Really?”
“Really really! After that, I will escort you to your room too!”
“Un! Thank you, Fon…!”
Such exchange between me and the king was made. His face at first hardens. When I cry and sobs non-stop, he gently pats me on the head. He voluntarily recommended his self to escort me. I suddenly felt really warm in my chest.
Is this how it feels to have an older brother?
“Your name is Asagao right? With same last name as me, Lionheart”
“Yes! Asagao! Asagao Lionheart! Same as Fon!”
“This world has full of coincidence… And...Fon...”
He smiled gently at my cheerful answer. Then we started walking in the hallway.
Ahh!!
I forgot that the old man was there. Is it I or his presence is thin.
The king and I start walking side by side. At first, we were walking at the same pace, but after a minute later, his strides become much larger and faster leaving me behind.
He seemed forgotten that I am a 9 years old child with slow walking pace. Then there was the turn, after that, I lost him.
Eh?!
Eh?!
Again...?!
Is this why he is called idiotic? He is really inconsiderate to people in this kind of matter. I fell down on my knees because I tried to run after him but I just got tired.
Tears started forming up again. Is it another bullying? I, again fell into despair, of being hurt, being overly sensitive to painful things.
It’s truly pathetic of me. I can only sob in one corner quietly.
Then my head was patted. It feels really warm and gentle. Is patting always feel this good? As I look up, he was there with a ghastly pale face, out of breath and cursing to himself.
His pure white hair that is just like mine is dimly illuminated but its contrast to the darkness of the night further emphasizes its beauty. His pale blue eyes glow with fierceness but have a gentle glint in them and his facial feature is well defined and masculine. Even his nose looks like spectacularly chiseled to perfection by a master sculpture.
With such handsome feature that announces his masculinity despite its unique beauty, it was able to fully convey the emotions he feels right now.
“I’m really sorry! I’m really sorry! I have done something like that to a small child like you!”
“……”
I can only stare blankly while my face is messed up with excessive crying. He seemed to have regretted his actions so let’s forgive him. As I was thinking that, he started to get up again, and with a heave-ho… he carried me into his arm, reflexively clinging to him. I was shocked.
Truly shocked...! I cannot absorb or even fathom his actions right now.
“I will carry you like this so we wouldn’t get separated.”
I can’t think of anything right now. I feel really secured right now. Is it a reflex of a little girl’s body? Or is it me who is hungry for familial affection? Or maybe mixed?
I feel really fuzzy, with a mixed feeling of joy and happiness with overflowing warmth. I think a smile was spilling from my face as the king is smiling back at me. He wiped the tears in my eyes with his handkerchief. He is strong and tall. I can feel it.
A reliable man, but idiotic to some extent. An outstanding king but at the same time, he is still a human with flaws.
As he carries me and strides down the hallway, a soldier in patrol catch us on his sight and bowed down to the king. He then looks at me then asks.
“Your Highness, I didn’t know you have a little sister”
“She isn’t, she is together with the heroes”
“Oh, I deeply apologize. But you two are really similar”
“I myself are at loss for words too you know.”
“I see, but this little girl really looks like you, looks like an angel you k-“
The humble soldier averted his eyes for some reasons. He is beet red. Judging from his appearance, he is a young man in his early twenties.
He tried to point his finger at something but controlled himself to. Come to think of it. I have not change any clothes.
“What’s wrong, soldier?”
“The little girl, Your Highness, she isn't wearing any undies”
“Huh?!”